I am a recovering list maker. Once upon a time I took great pleasure in making lengthy lists. I drew cute little boxes next to each item. There was always something else to do so the list never reached completion. It continually morphed into a new iteration. I was always busy. I am also a recovering perfectionist. Not only were my days filled with completing tasks, I had strict standards to live up to. My self...
Listen Not as a stranger Listen Belong to solitudes Green Wisdom Remember me?...
Something’s workin’ me Silent Subtle Deep Elusive or unfolding? Be still and know … Trust… That more will be revealed in its own time and in its own way That I am fully equipped to meet whatever comes That Creator did not bring me this far to drop me on my ass Patience… With the pace of medium to slow With the tender that is incubating This is not the time to force or hurry Courage… To...